Saturday, November 28, 2009

Thanksgiving? Oh, That Reminds Me, Time to Start Thinking About Christmas!

So today was Black Friday in the good ‘ol US of A. Black Friday? What kind of a name is that for the day after Thanksgiving? Or for that matter, for the traditional first day of the Christmas shopping season? After a great deal of searching through the Encyclopedia Britannica (you might be more familiar with it as “Wikipedia”), I discovered that the term Black Friday originated as term of disdain leveled at the day by Philadelphia city police officers that had to deal with the traffic jams full of morons swarming downtown in search of discounted white patent leather platform boots and pinstripe bell bottom pants among other must-have Christmas gift items. What? No, I’m not talking about the ‘70s, it’s Philadelphia for Christ’s sake! Come to think of it, why the hell is Thanksgiving so bloody late down there anyway? We have ours here in Canada in October, which is the time of year that Canadian statisticians roughly estimate the season of Fall to occur. It’s a little tough to tell what with Spring being from about March 1st to 15th, and Summer being from approximately March 16th to April 1st or so. Basically the leaves start to turn any time after that. If they’ve been able to burst forth through the permafrost, that is. Depends on the year. Hopefully this year the Slack-Jawed Friday shoppers left most of their guns at home so you didn’t have too many more incidents like last year when two men in Palm Desert, California shot each other to death after arguing over a toy in a local Toys “R” Us store. That reminds me of a funny Weird Al Yankovic song parody of Green Day’s “American Idiot” called “Canadian Idiot” in which Weird Al sneers that Canadians go to the mall and don’t even pack heat. It’s not quite as funny in real life for the traumatized tots and pants-pissing parents that had to witness that psychotic bullshit go down in Palm Desert, I would imagine. What a fucking nuthouse. Well, all that being said, there is definitely a chill in the air, and I don’t think it’s only from the amassed glacial intellects lined up all over the US for Sarah Palin book signings (Make your X, Sarah!).

I guess it is time to start thinking about Shitmas Christmas, as much as we don’t want to. It’s not like it’s been a great year for everyone, and times are tough all over, with the possible exception of the C-Suite dickheads, who seem to have weathered the storm on boats constructed of wads of government stimulus cash. I guess I shouldn’t be so cynical, I mean if we didn’t have monster salaries and bonuses for shittily performing CEOs, what would the guy who cleans the toilets for minimum wage have to aspire to? I mean really, would anyone want a job in the Big Office if they had to go to work in a Cadillac instead of a Bentley? How embarrassing. That’s not the attitude our countries were built on, people! So in that spirit, I have amassed a short list of Christmas gift suggestions for the person who wants everything, from the person who has nothing:

How about a wacky European General Motors Division?

Opuhl-ease!“Do you have any idea what my shirt says? Fuck no, I don’t have a goddamn clue.”

For some reason, the bright lights at General Motards decided at the last minute that it was a bad idea to sell Opel to Canadian autoparts giant Magna International. Apparently they have decided they know how to make money now (Hint: go broke through stupidity, get government bailout, start to tell everyone you know what you’re doing again). Well, Magna’s loss is your gain! Obviously GM will go tits-up again soon, probably well before Christmas so here’s your chance to give someone a very unique gift at a bargain-basement price. It’s not every day you can buy a lazy, overstuffed, heavily unionized, 35 hour per week working matchbox-car making company with the money left on your Visa’s credit limit. And just think, next year you can give everyone in your family an Opel in their stocking!

Or Maybe Dubai!

Nothing auspicious about that!

“I’m a little teapot, short and stout…”

I know what you’re thinking. How can I afford Dubai? Well, at this price, how can you afford not to buy it? I mean even for the friend who has everything, I bet they don’t own a pie-in-the-sky wannabe Arab Las Vegas (minus the tits, ass, booze, and fun). I hear it’s going up on Ebay early next week so it can sell in time for Christmas and get this: no reserve! Better get your sniping hand ready though, because rumour has it that Herbert Walker Bush himself has his sights set on it for Sonny-Boy for Christmas. It’s also rumoured he plans to change the name to Dubya, just to rub Iran and the Taliban’s face in it. Don’t waste any time, you’d better get practicing on some other in-demand Ebay items like Lindsay Lohan’s pride (why she ever sold it in the first place, we’ll never know, she badly needs it now), and that Yankee World Series home-run ball the Phillies fan threw back on the field (priceless!).

Or Even…H1N1!

Health 1, Dignity 0

Health: 1, Dignity: 0

Okay, maybe giving someone a dread set of the sniffles isn’t the nicest thing a person could do at Christmas, but let’s face it, the person who has everything is probably also insulated from all of the grubby peasants and their infections and pestilence. This could be a once-in-a-lifetime experience for them! They were probably too stupid to even go and get vaccinated, thinking that their rarified Country Club air is unlikely to carry the bugs of the unwashed masses. Some great people to think of for this heartfelt gift are say, your rich condescending neighbours, or even your boss (and his boss!). The best part is, it’s all but free! You probably haven’t been able to get a shot yet anyway due to silly obligations like working two jobs and caring for flu-ridden relatives. All you have to do is head down to your local hospital, lick a few doorknobs and elevator buttons and you should be in business. As you sit in your cubicle trying to do your work through your fevered haze, your boss will probably come around with everyone’s Christmas bonus of a month’s free parking in the company lot or a voucher for two free coffees in the break room or something. Make sure you give him a big hug to thank him, and Oops! cough right in his stupid face! Oh, and those neighbours? Make sure the next time you take their mail to them from the mailbox at the end of their driveway that you slobber all over it, real thorough-like.

Hopefully some of these thrifty, yet unique gift ideas help you with the difficult task of Christmas shopping this year! What’s that? Christ no, I do not want a hug you goddamned Typhoid Mary wannabe! Sorry Mom, I guess that was a little harsh. Maybe we could hug next year?


  1. I lingered here for nearly an hour reading your blog and laughed more that I had the whole week.
    The Penthouse letter so funny. I'll visit often know I've found you.
    All the very best.

  2. Wow, thank you so much for your kind comments. Hopefully you'll get a chance to stop by and dig a little deeper through the archive, although an hour probably pretty much took care of it!

    As an added bonus for stopping in more often, you also get to partake of the heaping abuse dished out in the comments section. We've got a pretty fun bunch here.

  3. Who's your Momma???? Your Momma is who's gonna be hugged THIS Christmas - NOT next - typhoid, H1N1 and all. If I am going to drive through sleet, snow,and ice. Possible ferry sinkings. More sleet, snow, ice, severe cold etc., etc., to get to you, you are going to damn well HUG me when I get there!!!! As far as gifts go, I certainly would have bought you Dubai instead of the usual Timmy's gift certificates - oh well, maybe Dubai next year!! I think Dubai is just too decadent anyway, one day,(mark my words, young man)there will be a giant petulance on that country (probably by their own people), and then you would be wishing you had gotten the Timmys instead!!

  4. Since I know you are a bit of a bugaboo about grammar Mummy Dearest, I have no choice but to point out that you may have meant "pestilence" when referring to Dubai's future. Unless you've heard rumours about rumblings of a city wide case of the pouts and fit-throwing developing sometime in the near future.

    Oh. My. God. It is wonderful being young and only partially hobbled by dementia!

    Dubai may be decadent to some, but where others consider gold-plated toilets the height of decadence, I'm more of a regular old strippers-with-g-stings-full-of-hundreds decadence guy. Now that's solid gold!

  5. Stings? What the fuck are "stings?" My bad. Egg doth coat my reddened face.

  6. hee hee....LOL....especially after correcting mummy dearest so eloquently.....
    a g-sting sounds uncomfortable, even painful.....just sayin'.....and why are they called g-strings anyway?
    oh PS - you're short one * in your title......fgosh is 5 *'s.

  7. One shouldn't knock the g-sting until one has tried it (I've heard). They are called g-strings because upon their revealing to a man, studies have shown approximately 100% (with a +/- 0% margin of error) of men exclaim "Goddamn!!"

    Don't be silly about the asterisks. In the Queen's English, silent f's are represented by the punctua absentia, or the 1/8" blank space following the previous space between the words and immediately preceeding the word starting with the silent "f." It makes sense, actually, that a silent letter would not have a visible punctuation stand-in.

    Consider yourself informed.

  8. O.K., O.K. So you caught me without my trusty dictionary in hand - gotta "give" on this one - pretty big blooper!!! However, you know, there could be a lot of petulance too - wouldn't you scream and cry and knock your head into the wall and throw a giant fit if you lost all your money and your newest island shaped like a palm tree washed out to sea, etc, etc.? So....... I'm just saying that it COULD be both - tee hee!!!! Thanks for the "support" Kirsty - also, good try on the * thing - had to know he would have an explanation - bit of advice - just give up right now trying to get him on anything. Although... the G "sting" thing is really quite interesting - HOWEVER, he WAS the first one to notice it - DAMMIT!!!!

  9. Dear RBG,

    I'm totally going to steal 'General Motards'. Freaking brilliant.


  10. @ Mother:

    I wouldn't feel so bad about the minor unnoticeable booboo, regardless of how epic and unforgettable it was. I know it's not easy to read your dictionary with a mickey of Alberta Wheat Grain Vodka in one hand and an umm..."customer" in the other. You're still working at the same place aren't you?

    @ Supercali-Stach-ilistic:

    Steal away my friend, it's not like any one of my three readers would make a reliable fucking witness anyway. Good to see you, and good luck in Boulder. Just remember, don't talk to the cowboys hanging around downtown. They're male prostitutes just like back home.

  11. TWIT - oh,excuse me, I mean TWIT, honey!!! You know it was Tequila "straight up" and I never worked a day in my life.. let alone had any "customers". You must be thinking of your REAL mother, I think. Oh, oh, guess I never told you that you were adopted - OOPS!!

  12. Hilarious post, RBG. (I tried commenting earlier but I can't comment on Blogger at work for some reason)

    But I was giong to say the same thing Frankelstache did...Genereal Motards is kickass!

    Merry Christmas RBG!

  13. @ Mother:

    I'm adopted?! This truly is the best Christmas ever! That was the last thing on my wishlist after the Sham-Wow and a Velvet Elvis, but I never thought I would really get it!

    @ B-schooled:

    Merry Christmas to you too, and Gung Hay Fat Choy! I think that last part means "Egg roll fifty cent extra, OK?. Any time I can make Blogging Glitterati like you and 'Stache chuckle, I know I've done something right!